In 2010 I have spent the all year writing. One summer day I went out into downtown. Being in the crowd I felt nervous. Turned around, saw a family with a boy, then handshaked him and felt calm.
When I was 12, I felt a tremendous happiness. I told to myself: I don’t want to grow up! That was in my family farm in Escurquela.
‘Analytic technique cannot be learned from books, because in practise things are much more complicated ‘
In Portugal if you dont have Family, you die Alone in an hospital bed. Or you die slowly from solitude among hedious creatures like the militants of Christ, anarchists, communists, nationalists, pedophiles and much of the living scum. These people like the smell of money and often ask for support almost everywhere that i have been with.
Uma beata é mais respeitada que um filósofo.